Demon Hunter and His Hut

In the room, Roger has selected the items he needs, and the style of the clothing is more exaggerated. The combination is very in line with the costume of the demon hunter in the game.

He opened the box he was carrying and took out the cursed sword. Normally, this weapon could not be brought here.

But this is not too difficult for Roger, who owns the Axifa Seal.

Camouflaging the cursed sword, Roger re-equipped it on his back, he didn't need to pretend to be anyone, the demon hunter was the best identity.

Looking at the look of Geralt in the mirror and in the game, Roger showed a satisfied smile.

"Yes, it's just a mask now."

He clicked on the list and was about to pick one at will, but at this time his eyes were attracted by the masks of various shapes on the computer screen.

The materials of the masks are completely different, some are simple and atmospheric, some are dark and treacherous, some are bronze, some are steel, some are wood, and even pale human skulls can be found in them.

Each one is very unique. It is not an exaggeration to say that anyone can choose the mask they like here.

Roger originally planned to choose a bronze mask modeled after the wolf head, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea and found a baseball mask stained with blood.

"Well, I have also been to Crystal Lake. It shouldn't be too much to pretend to be the famous Crystal Lake killer."

After clicking OK, the mask was not sent to Roger's room through the elevator. After a while, there was a soft noise outside the door, and a nice-looking female waiter came to Roger's room with a black suitcase.

"Dear guest, please allow me to personally complete the final decoration for you."

Said it was a waiter, but it was all about subduing the temptation. Roger guessed that at this moment indescribable things must be happening in many rooms.

He didn't refuse, watching the girl opened the suitcase and took out a baseball mask.

The material of the mask is neither metal nor plastic. With a glance at Roger, you can smell the breath of death contained in it.

This is a mask made of white bones.

There are crystal stones of unknown materials inlaid in the positions of the eyes, and no one can guess the emotions in the eyes through the mask.

"Can I check it?"

"This is your right."

The lady bent down, held up the mask with both hands, and the gathered arms squeezed out the area under the neck in an exaggerated form.

Roger took the mask and quietly released a ray of mental power.

There is no built-in magic circle, nor any weird aura. Apart from the materials, the mask seems very normal.

He nodded, and the maid took the mask and put it on Roger's face.

There was no suffocation as imagined, and the cold edge was close to the skin, but after a while, Roger couldn't seem to feel a foreign body on his cheek.

"Sir, the prom is about to begin, do you want to enter now?"

The woman raised her head and bit her lower lip lightly.

"Take me to the prom."

An imperceptible loss flashed in the woman's eyes, but she soon returned to normal, reaching out to touch a piece of metal on the wall, and her fingerprints swept across.

The entire wall was sunken inward, and a downward passage appeared in front of Roger.

"The front is an area that only you can enter."

The lady bends over and bows.

"This is the night of desire that belongs only to you."

Roger stepped into it. There was a little light on both sides of the stairs. The next second the stairs rolled down automatically, and Roger was taken to a red wooden door.

Pushing the door open, the noise rushed into his ears, and he felt as if he had come to a "monster rampage" world.

Covering the whole body, but only the female mummy with her chest exposed, the magician who is empty under the robe with a staff in her hand.

One of the women only painted spider-like lines on her body. Seeing this scene, Roger couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What about good cultural exchanges?"

Seeing this scene, the fool also knew what would happen next.

Alcohol, dancing, eye contact in a narrow area, ears and temples, and then there will be an indescribable scene.

If this is the case, it would be boring.

"Hey buddy, you wear so much, aren't you underage?"

"Is this really a masquerade party?"

A slightly mechanized electronically synthesized sound came, and it seemed that the dance party did not restrict the communication between participants.

Roger turned his head and saw a Roshan wrapped in a white robe with a ghost mask on his face.

As for how Roger distinguished the gender of the other party.

Forget it, Roger really didn't want to take a second look.

Spicy eyes.

At this moment, the sound of music sounded, the surrounding lights became dim, and pink smoke sprayed from the ground.

The lights gathered in front of the stage, and a woman wearing a cut-out diamond dress walked out.

"Martha..."

Although he was wearing a mask, Roger recognized the woman's identity at a glance. What surprised him was the extra on Martha's smooth back...

That pair of wings.

Black, wide bat wings.

Everyone in the field uttered exclamation sounds.

"God, how did she do it?"

"That thing looks like the real thing."

"Look at it moving."

"This thing shouldn't really take her to fly."

Roger didn't say a word, and his eyes under the mask turned into yellow vertical pupils.

He was quite sure that the pair of wings was not a disguise.

"Succubus? Succubus?"

"The dance party officially started. It is not allowed to reveal the actual identity, and it is not allowed to remove the mask. There is a room for everyone behind the red door."

"Of course, if you want, you can also choose any place for communication, the dining table and dance floor."

Martha pointed at her feet.

"Even here!"

She clapped her hands as she spoke, and a large number of men and women emerged from behind him.

These people wear weird clothes, the only difference is the masks on their faces.

Like a mold made of paraffin, it is smooth, dull and lifeless.

"If it's not enough."

Martha pointed to a quaint wooden door behind the stage.

"Go there, all your desires will be satisfied!"

Clapping her hands, Martha's voice seemed to ring in her ears.

"Enjoy!"

This sentence seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and the next moment, the whole hall became chaotic.

I don't know whether it was the desire in my heart that was aroused, or the weird music and fog, in short, everyone in the room was crazy like a beast.

Roger stood in place, he had already noticed the anomaly here, and at this moment, Martha on the stage approached him with money.

Every time she took a step, diamonds fell on her body~www.NovelMTL.com~ When she came to Roger, the hollow clothing was almost transparent.

Her voice was not distorted by the mask, it was crisp and sweet.

"Mr. Geralt, are you waiting for me here?"

Roger smiled.

"I'm a relatively calm person, and I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"It's ok."

Martha pointed to the wooden door at the end of the stage.

"Push open that door."

"There is everything you want in there."

There is endless temptation in the sound.

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